Are you? [ they way he says it, xichen doesn't quite believe him.
he takes a seat on the bed, joining dean so he is sitting beside him. ] Had we met in my world, I would advise you against it. But here, I cannot say it's the worst of vices.
[ that's a sentiment that xichen knows well and wishes on no one. he frowns, reaches over to gently place a hand on dean's forearm. ] Were you? Wherever you went?
[ he snorts at the question. ] I had not considered what would be the worst. Necromancy. Drugs. [ he hums. ] I could recite the list of what Cloud Recesses five thousand rules forbid and you can choose the worst of it.
[ Does rotting in hell count? He'd been alive when he jumped into the pit, so it's hard to say. Either way, his soul is down there, being tortured. ]
Five thousand?
[ Jesus.
The chat is helping calm him down, at least, and so is the hand on his arm. His blood pressure is through the roof, though it's starting to settle. He'll crash, eventually, but for now he's staring at Xichen a little incredulously. ]
Kind of? [ xichen doesn't break that point of contact.
he knows what it means to lose brothers. his sworn brothers, his blood brother nearly died from injuries meant as punishment before. he thinks of the loss and feels nearly sick with it.
but then dean moves on and xichen is happy to take them down another path. he nods, looking very serious. ] Five thousand. There used to only be three but more have been added along the way.
Anything from 'Do not lie' to 'Be generous' to 'Do not sit improperly' to 'Running is prohibited'... [ he says after a moment. ] The last one is very inconvenient when it rains.
Something like that. [ xichen raises his brow, susprised he hasn't mentioned it before. ] A cultivator.
I burn off the alcohol before it has time to take effect with a golden core. [ he lifts his hand, palm up and produces a small light blue ball of light. ]
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he takes a seat on the bed, joining dean so he is sitting beside him. ] Had we met in my world, I would advise you against it. But here, I cannot say it's the worst of vices.
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No. I'd--rather be dead.
[ It should be him, not Sam. Never Sam. ]
No? What's the worst so far? There's gotta be something juicy.
[ Sit, drink,stay a spell, have a few laughs, pet Dean while he cries, it's fun. ]
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[ he snorts at the question. ] I had not considered what would be the worst. Necromancy. Drugs. [ he hums. ] I could recite the list of what Cloud Recesses five thousand rules forbid and you can choose the worst of it.
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[ Does rotting in hell count? He'd been alive when he jumped into the pit, so it's hard to say. Either way, his soul is down there, being tortured. ]
Five thousand?
[ Jesus.
The chat is helping calm him down, at least, and so is the hand on his arm. His blood pressure is through the roof, though it's starting to settle. He'll crash, eventually, but for now he's staring at Xichen a little incredulously. ]
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he knows what it means to lose brothers. his sworn brothers, his blood brother nearly died from injuries meant as punishment before. he thinks of the loss and feels nearly sick with it.
but then dean moves on and xichen is happy to take them down another path. he nods, looking very serious. ] Five thousand. There used to only be three but more have been added along the way.
Anything from 'Do not lie' to 'Be generous' to 'Do not sit improperly' to 'Running is prohibited'... [ he says after a moment. ] The last one is very inconvenient when it rains.
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...You can't run? The hell kinda rule is that?
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Like many of them.
For example, drinking alcohol is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.
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...In the Cloud thing, or like -- in general?
[ This sounds like a terrible place, Xichen. Dean is horrified on your behalf. ]
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[ he remembers a very specific incident where the night was spent in prison. oops. ]
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I burn most of it off.
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[ he looks surprised, then interested. ]
How? Are you a wizard, Harry?
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I burn off the alcohol before it has time to take effect with a golden core. [ he lifts his hand, palm up and produces a small light blue ball of light. ]
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[ it wouldn't be surprising if he had, there's been a lot of shit going on and Dean's my memory is a little foggy sometimes. ]
Ooh. [ he wants to poke it. ] What's a golden core? Do you have a heart of gold?